They say first love is a true love, to always believe what your heart says, and the thought your first impression gives. I never give a second chance, my heart does. I go back, only to find out why things did not work out in the first place. Again, I let myself. Again, I break myself. What if all these times, it is not love? It is not. It is a feeling of wanting. I am nearly obsessed. You are never love, you are just my desire. My demon that has been finally set free, by me.
